MHA #6, Valentine's Day Evening

[arboreal_priestess]

It was Valentine's Day and while it wasn't their first Valentine's Day together, the last one had still been early enough on that neither of them had really known what they were doing. As a couple. This time, however, 'I love you's' had been exchanged and so had keys, he'd met her family, he hadn't run screaming from her family, and he'd even rescued her from a snake cult. Those were a lot of relationship milestones right there, even if some were Price-exclusive.

So tonight she'd sent the mice off to gorge on cake and cheese in their closet in the spare room, turned the lights to dim, turned some slow music on, and started cooking dinner. The one flaw in her holiday plans so far was that she'd naively assumed that 'an ability to cook basic food' meant that she was fully qualified to cook elaborate romantic meals.

She was vastly learning that this was in error.

"What? Emulsify? I've got a spatula and a slotted spoon, how the hell am I supposed to do that?!"

[For the boyfriend!]

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[arboreal_priestess]

"I'm John Cena!" Verity yelled and slammed Liam's down onto the mat

She followed up by sliding her hands up his chest, her legs wrapping around his waist, trying to get closer. Still far too many layers between them.

[firstofitskind]

Well, that could be solved readily enough?

His shirt was still only half-buttoned, after all, since he hadn't bothered fixing it after they'd been interrupted by the paella crisis.

[arboreal_priestess]

Stupid paella.

Her hands hastily worked at his buttons, nearly popping them off in her impatience to spread open his shirt and push it at least part way down his shoulders. Once that herculean task was completed, she went back to skimming her fingers over him, feeling the contrast of his soft skin over hard muscle.

Yeah, Verity knew what she was hungry for and it wasn't dinner.

[firstofitskind]

Liam shivered a little as her hands made their way across his chest, his hips arching up beneath her. Not to mention what else in that general area was standing at attention.

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity was quite aware of everything in that general area. In fact, her hips were slowly grinding against him there, moving to a rhythm not unlike the tango.

[firstofitskind]

Liam groaned in to her mouth, joining her in that dance as one hand fumbled desperately at the button on his pants.

[arboreal_priestess]

She slithered in his arms, moving downwards even as she kept clinging to his mouth for as long as she could. Eventually, she was forced to abandon it, leaving a trail of kisses down his chest...and abs...and hips.

[firstofitskind]

And he knew, logically, that she wasn’t going anywhere when her lips left his, but still, he couldn’t help the noise of protest that escaped. A noise that turned in to a plea of “Verity, please...” as she started to work her way downwards.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Please what?" she teased, her lips grazing across his skin with every syllable and her breath warm.

[firstofitskind]

A shiver ran through him at the feel of her breath on his skin. "I want, I need, your mouth, please..." there was not a full sentence in there, not quite, but it was a valiant effort!

[arboreal_priestess]

"Here?" Verity asked, her tongue dragging over his abs.

"Or maybe here?" she suggested, leaving a trail of kisses along his iliac furrow.

"Or were you thinking...here?" She nipped his inner thigh, barely hard enough to turn his skin red.

"Or maybe..." She didn't finish the question. It was rude talking with your mouth full.

[firstofitskind]

Well, if he was being entirely honest, the real answer was 'all of the above'. But yes, he'd absolutely meant that last one; wanting, needing to be surrounded by her.

[arboreal_priestess]

Her hands gripped his thighs and she gracefully slid into a kneeling position in front of him, not missing a stroke. Verity glanced up, meeting his eyes briefly, full of warmth and a gleeful satisfaction.

[firstofitskind]

He grinned back at her, his own expression besotted and adoring as his eyes met hers, hips bucking slightly.

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity moaned, low in her throat, accommodating his movements with an easy shift of her head, her lips wrapped around his length.

She worked him over for another few minutes before pulling away, standing up in front of him. "Think we should move this party?" she asked with bright red lips, "or you wanna stay right here for Round One?"

[firstofitskind]

Liam looked up at her, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire. "Bed," he decided, pushing himself up to meet her. "Bed, and let's get you out of all this," he added, fingers trailing along the strap of her tank top.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Only if you promise to peel it off me," Verity said, pulling his hand down to cup her breast through the fabric. That single caress felt good enough to curl her toes.

[firstofitskind]

“Promise,” Liam practically purred. His fingers traced the curve of her breast as he leaned in, unable to resist those bright red lips any longer.

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity led him backwards out of the living room and down the hall, lips never leaving his. Navigating to the bed was harder, considering the stuff on the floor, but they managed, Verity laying down on the mattress and pulling him down on top of her.

[firstofitskind]

It helped that they had a reasonable amount of practice at this particular maneuver by now.

Liam's hands slid under the hem of her tank top, and he broke the kiss just long enough to pull it up over her head and toss it on the floor.

[arboreal_priestess]

She hadn't bothered to replace her bra, something he'd likely noticed even with her tanktop on, but now that the fabric was gone, Verity's nipples perked up, demanding attention.

[firstofitskind]

Why yes he had noticed, and was in fact going to pay them some much-deserved attention. He pressed a kiss to the right side of her collarbone before moving to the breast below it, catching her nipple between his teeth and exerting a gentle amount of pressure.

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity moaned, lacing her hands through his hair. "Keep this up," she said, though making words happen was harder than she would have liked to admit, "and you're not going to get your other Valentine's Day present."

[firstofitskind]

"Hm?" Liam made an inquiring noise, increasing that pressure just a bit, while the fingers of his left hand reached up to mirror the action with her other nipple.

[arboreal_priestess]

"I...got something. From that store downtown." The girl there had seemed very excited to have an on-person customer, too. "Got it on a whim? Figured it would either be your thing or it'd be something we could have a good laugh over."

She wrapped a leg around his waist and ground against him.